[Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and]
[p]WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest]
- Jack Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
- Jack Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
- Jack Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
monument of the victory will I bear;
[Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine]
and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
till I do come to London, where we will have the
mayor's sword borne before us.
- Dick the Butcher. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
gaols and let out the prisoners.
- Jack Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march